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Chapter One

• Chapter One •

January 3, 2013

Liam

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I rolled over, my sheets getting all tangled, and pressed “accept” as fast as I could; anything to put an end to that dreadful noise which pulled me out of my deep, dreamless sleep.   Squinting at the caller ID, I saw that it was Simon on my phone and answered immediately.

“Hi Simon”

“Hey Li!  I’d like to meet with you and the boys in an hour at my office.  Make sure to pass on the word to them.”

“Sure Simon, see you there.”

We said our goodbyes and I dragged myself out of bed, preparing myself for the daunting task of waking up four teenage boys (or in Louis’ and Zayn’s case, not quite teenagers anymore) at nine in the morning. 

Being “Daddy Direction”, I had a game plan for each of them.  I’d been in this situation plenty of times, and am proud to call myself a pro.   I took a quick shower and got dressed just as speedily because I had some preparations to do so that my mission would be successful.

After about fifteen minutes, I was ready and crossed my fingers before entering Zayn’s room.  Well, everyone knows he’s a hard-core mixer, so I found “Wings” on my IPhone, skipped to Perrie’s solo, turned the volume up as loud as possible and slipped my earphones into his ears before pressing “play”. 

His reaction was priceless.  As soon as Zayn heard the music, he started humming in his sleep, his lips spreading into a smile.  A few seconds later, he shot up, his eyes wide open.  When Zayn saw I was there, and was indeed the culprit of this terrible crime, he lowered himself back on the bed, turned over and started snoring.  So much for that.  I decided to try a new tactic.

“Zayn, if you’re not dressed and ready to leave in ten minutes, I’m going to call Tricia.” 

“Nooo!”

“Well then drag your lazy butt out of bed and get dressed”. 

And that’s exactly what he did.  I mentally patted myself on the back as I went to the kitchen to get what I needed to wake Irish up. 

I swung Niall’s door open and marched up to his sleeping figure, which was snoring pretty loudly.  He was lying on his back, thank god.  Niall woke up a second after I leaned over and held the plate of steaming hot pancakes right under his nose. 

“Niall, if you’re not downstairs and ready to leave the flat in ten minutes then I’m not letting you have breakfa-”

He was out of his bed and pulling on a pair of trousers before I could even finish my sentence.  Must be the leprechaun magic.

Next was Louis.  The only way he’ll wake up is by being shaken, and then the promise of a trip to Starbucks later in the day.  Man did that boy love his Yorkshire tea. 

After Lou was up and promised to wake up Harry (he’s the only one who’s able to) I left the room so I could check on Niall to make sure he hadn’t eaten the whole batch of pancakes.  Knowing him there’s a 95% chance that he did, even though I hid them.    

I ended up being right and sent Nialler back upstairs to make sure the boys were getting ready and didn’t just climb back into their beds. 

A few minutes after I had finished making the second batch and had stacked them all down on a big plate in the middle of the table, all four boys lumbered down the stairs and took their usual seats.  I was very proud; it had taken only twenty minutes, a new record.

“You boys might be wondering why I woke you up at such an indecent hour, right?” A chorus of “yeah”s filled the small room.

“Well Uncle Si has decided to schedule an important meeting with us in half an hour, so finish up your breakfasts and I’ll call Paul to get us a car.”

The ride to the Syco Music building was pleasant enough and we made it just in time.  And when I say just in time I mean at 9:59.  I’m glad we weren’t late because Simon doesn’t expect anything less than punctuality.  How he could possibly think that five 18-21 year old boys would be on time, every time, to his meetings is beyond me.  But that’s one of the reasons we love the old grouch.

One of the assistants led us to his office, even though we’d been there enough times for meetings and such to be able to navigate the whole building, which was massive, by ourselves.  

While I was walking, I couldn’t help being amazed by how the place was decorated.  Soaring ceilings, with modern looking things (I really have no other way to describe them) that were really just long pieces of silver colored metal shaped into long spirals hanging down.  Besides that, everything was white.   The plush carpets, the desks, the state of the art Mac computers, the walls, the ceilings, I could go on and on.  But Uncle Si’s office was by far the coolest. 

To start things off, the back wall was made only out of glass, and had the most breathtaking view of all the skyscrapers and Big Ben in the background.  I could only imagine what it would be like coming here at night with the whole city lit up. 

Everything else was black and white.  One wall was taken up by a shelving unit that contained alternating black and white cubbies that were of different lengths and widths.  The other was covered with platinum records of artists he had signed, and I could easily spot our “Up all Night” one.  Simon’s white desk sat on top of the glossy black hardwood floor and a plush couch sat facing it. 

All five of us squeezed onto the couch which was: well, you probably know what color it was so let’s move on.  I’m getting tired of using the same three words a million times. 

“Hello boys!” said Simon, while taking off his reading glasses and shutting his book.

“Hi Uncle Simon” we chorused.

 “I have some exciting news.”

“More exciting than the dream I was having, I think not.” said Lou, his smirk growing and his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I think so, actually.” said Simon, an equally wide smirk set on his face. 

“I’m sure you boys have heard of the charity Comic Relief?”

“Of course.”

“Well, they have offered you a three week trip to Accra, Ghana and after that you will be the artists behind their 2013 Red Nose Day single.  I suppose you boys are going to accept, right?”

“Definitely”

“Absolutely”

“Certainly”

“Of course!”

“What they said.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys said yes because I took the liberty of accepting for you so you’d be going anyway.  Your plane will be leaving in a week from now so I suggest you go back to your flat so you can start packing.”

And that’s exactly what we did.

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